My Sadistic SecretMature

Break the skin, hide the face
Destroy the face
Taste the blame, live the shame
Burning, turning inside out
Filled with doubt, can't do without
Obsession, addiction
Consumption, conviction
The friction, it's fiction
It's fake, I take and take
Give it back, the face I lack
Don't want it back
Behind the mask is something real
A heart that feels, secrets concealed
Don't know what's real
I feel sick, sick of me
Sick that I'm not me, sick that I have to be
Sick of my voice, of not having a choice
Sick from the power I devour
The pleasure I seek, the truth that makes me weak 

The End

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